I have Malignant Melanoma, my son had Testicular Cancer

The rain

Well, so it seems to be.
We keep being told that this weather pattern is just so unusual, that normally the skies are cloudless, with temperatures into the eighties.

Oh well, never mind, and all that…..
We have enjoyed our fifteen day break with our younger son and his girlfriend, and there have been some sunny days, not least his birthday last Sunday.

But all good things must come to an end, and we are off to Lisbon tomorrow lunchtime, for a flight back to England on Friday morning.

It would have been better though, to have had some warmer weather……. all those shorts, t-shirts, swimming costumes have remained in our suitcase. Oh, c’est la vie! or as they say it here….. ¡así es la vida!

You would forever be telling us: “Oh, you need rain to survive, the ground needs the rain for plants to grow, animals need need rain to drink, stop moaning!”

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So, it’s ok to cry, the clouds do it too.
Raindrops play a beautiful lullaby boo.

In the rain, no one sees your tears.
Raindrops sparkle as the sun appears.

Let the rain wash away the pain.
It may be grey, but it can’t forever rain.

I am sure of it! He loves you more every day too! And I am sure he is proud of you, how even in spite of your heart ache and struggle you are managing to carry on… taking him with you! I am sure he smiles at you fondly more than you know!